Red Dragon Spine Tattoo Novels & Stories

Jenny Anderson POV Dragon picked up a gun and jaw and refilled it before putting it in his waistband, allowing me to see the sharp V line. I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me right now. His black shirt was short-sleeved so I could see his strong forearms as well as the tattoos on his body. "Maybe I should go to help get down the stairs." I went to open the door, and as usual Dragon closed it behind me.

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

The defined ridges of his shoulders and trapezius muscles stood out, evidence of his strength and physique. Even If it wasn’t my first time, I was always drawn to the tattoo there. It was a mesmerizing blend of art. A majestic dragon’s head dominated his upper back, its scales shimmering like diamonds in the soft light. The dragon’s body curled around his lower torso, its tail snaking down to his lower back where it merged with a Celtic knot pattern. The tattoo always seemed to come alive when his muscles flexed as it did now. His long dark hair fell around his shoulders, water droplets clinging to the strands, wet locks contrasting against his bronze skin.

I opt for another half-truth instead. “Ah that, well it's a dragon tattoo I've had for some time now.” “Wow really? Can I see the rest of it?” He is almost giddy, and I see a little of the childlike excitement he used to show so rarely. “Well not all, because it reaches from my heart, all around me in a spiral to finish on my hip so can only show you below my chest.” I admonish him, he looks disappointed but there is a cheeky twinkle in his eye too and I realise that, being a guy, he really wanted to see it all.

He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee. "There, touch me." He groaned and I didn't want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. "Why is this for?" I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen. He bit his lip. "It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn't take any more of my step-mother's false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes." He paused and grin

As if able to understand the meaning of his words,the light around the dragon egg shone brighter,the mythical runes and mysterious characters dazzled brighter. Seeing this, Alexander only grew fonder.Then, using the same method as Chaos ring,he dripped a few drops of blood onto the dragon egg,as the drops of fresh blood meld into the dragon egg,a bright-golden light burst out as it flew into Alexander body and a dragon tattoo appeared on his chest.

His eyes had the colour of silver, making him look like a demigod. His body built biceps were killing and he has the perfect height meant for a man. And in his arms, lies a Dragon tattoo boldly drawn on it. He was wearing an armless shirts, so his tattoo could obviously be seen. And his undercut hairstyle made him a complete dangerous handsome devil. Spooky gulped down hard, holding the hem of her blouse, looking so scared. She has been in the clan for three years now, but she was still not use to Axton's cold face. Among all the members of the clan, Spooky fears him the most.